Old wood-burning poem. FotT #47. Earth Day / Arbor Day photography contest winner.

Here’s an unattributed old poem I found on the internets a while back:

Beech-wood fires burn bright and clear
If the logs are kept a year;
Store your beech for Christmastide
With new-cut holly laid beside;
Chestnut's only good, they say,
If for years 'tis stored away;
Birch and fir-wood burn too fast
Blaze too bright and do not last;
Flames from larch will shoot up high,
Dangerously the sparks will fly;
But ash-wood green and ash-wood brown
Are fit for a Queen with a golden crown.

Oaken logs, if dry and old,
Keep away the winter's cold;
Poplar gives a bitter smoke,
Fills your eyes and makes you choke;
Elm-wood burns like churchyard mould,
E'en the very flames are cold;
It is by the Irish said;
Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread,
Apple-wood will scent the room,
Pear-wood smells like flowers in bloom;
But ash-wood wet and ash-wood dry
A King may warm his slippers by.

Anon.


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This month’s Festival of the Trees is up, hosted by Jasmine of Natures Whispers. It’s a brilliant edition: go read!


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The winner of EarlyForest.com’s 2010 Earth Day / Arbor Day photography competition has been announced: Karen Hibbert of trees, if you please. You can admire the worthy winner, of a scene in Prospect Park, Brooklyn, New York, here.


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